A diary of my life, trying to get by, with little money, hard work and perseverance

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Petticoat Junction, NOT

Anyone remember this schmaltzy show? Well, last night, this is what came to mind after I read more fantasy drivel. If I read one more time about the "mountain".... Folks, it is no mountain, it is a hill, just off a main road, with street signs, stores and myriad of people. Saying it is mountain homestead is like saying I am a an *almost* Pulitzer prize blog writer... almost.. yes, that's right ;)

And, when people who live nearby look askance at you after learning that you are alone there, it ain't because you must be lonely, my dear, it's because it's a mess, and smells and how can one person actually make that big of a mess? No, it's not sympathy, it's discontent with having a feed lot next door. Remember, there ARE people near there... lots of them.

Every farm has smells, and a bit of mess- you know, baling twine around, or piece of wood, or the like, but real, true farmers take a look around, and clean up as they are out there... they take pride in their place.